This is a song about "Balling all the way out of control"

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Get out of my way,dont kill the vibe

All of the hair from out my head

That's boa, see that's my set

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Control the mind of yo master

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

All of the hair from out my hear

Purify that woman soul

She lashes at me, out of control,

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Makin' its way to an out of the way place, and you ain't escapin' it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that